Either way, my reaction was absolute—without ambiguity.
Soon after, I tilted my head toward Selene.
She was completely unresponsive.
No reaction. No movement.
What the hell—
What the f*ck was she doing this whole time?!
If I were to go die, then my very first instinct was quite simple:
Punch her solar plexus relentlessly. That's it.
No matter what. She needs to pay as well.
"Selene!"
The scream of my voice tore through the observatory room, roaring up toward its ceiling—as if begging even the wind itself to listen, to carry my frustration, and to bear witness to this suffocating hopelessness.
The one that apparently would never end.
* * *
Then, the impact came.
My mind froze. I—I couldn't process what I was seeing.
